Willow ran down the hallway as a roar filled the air. "JOYCE!!" she called.
Pulling on the door, she called the girl's name again but no answer came.
Fear for Joyce's life over whelmed her and she threw her weight against the
door. Willow cringed as her shoulder hit the locked door.
Tara looked desperately around the hall for anything of use. About to give in to the thought of death, she saw it. A small red cloth bag lay on the wicker table. Tara grabbed the bag and threw it towards Willow, whom quickly caught it.
The red haired Wicca took a small hand full of powder from the bag, and blew it across the door. "Alo ha mora." she whispered. The lock clicked and Willow threw her weight against it once more. Tara watched as the door swung open, nearly pulling off the hinges and Willow dashed inside.
Drusilla turned from Joyce as the Wicca burst through the barricaded door. "Little witch." she hissed. Willow looked towards Joyce and nearly shouted in anger as she saw her backed against the headboard and her face wet with tears.
Willow smirked and flicked her hand towards the crushed window. "Reversi momentum." Drusilla glared defiantly, but seconds later she was out of the window.
Joyce sniffled slightly as Willow pulled her into her arms and out of the room. Tara pulled the door shut and blew the red dust over the door again. "Sealium." She whispered. The door sunk into the frame becoming one and soon the seam of wood was gone. "COME ON!!" Willow shouted. "We need to get to the center of the house!" Anya nodded in agreement and took Joyce into her arms. "That would be the better idea."
Skip ran down the hall way and stopped beside Anyanka, "They're all over the place!" he gasped. " I sealed the doors but I have a hunch that's not going to help." Anya shook her head annoyed. "Vampires can only come in when they're invited. Drusilla got invited obviously. But her gang didn't!" Skip nodded. "Yeah I know An. But something is telling me evil's got a good plan."
Willow turned to go down the hall but stopped as a crash came from behind them. Rushing to the back of the group, she saw Skip's fear confirmed. Smoke rose in furls from the door and Willow waited for the face to emerge. But when the figure did, it was not who she had expected. or ever wanted to.
This was when Drusilla's plan hit her. Get the slayer and the vampire out of the way, and trap Joyce and anyone else in this house. But Dru had thought of the drawback this time, only invited people could come in. Knowing she could shape shift was the easy part. But getting the whole crew would be impossible. Except for changing their friends. Their companions and people they had invited into their home. it had worked and the person standing in front of them was living proof.
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Buffy threw back the shot of vodka, slammed the glass onto the table and wiped her lips with a shudder. "How did you drink all the time back then?" she asked. Spike chuckled softly as she pulled her coat tighter around her arms. "Guess it felt better then hurting."
Buffy looked over at him again. "What do you mean?" Spike shook his head and held her hands in his. "I don't really want to="
"I hurt you." she whispered. "I'd forgotten. I guess you cant though."
Spike opened his mouth to answer but an out of breath Cordeilia ran to the table, cutting him off. "Hey Buffy. We're going back to the hotel to hang out. You joining us?" Spike shook his head. "Go on Blondie. We're gonna chat this out." Buffy blushed and kicked him under the table. Cordi shrugged and turned towards the door. "Suit yourselves," she answered with a look over her shoulder. "You're gonna miss some good laughs."
Both blondes watched as the fang gang was gathered one by one from the dance floor and led up the stairs and out of the bar. Buffy looked at Spike and smiled. "Ready to chat it out?" she teased. Spike slipped across the seat and wrapped his arm around her waist. "I'd rather play it out." he whispered. His hands roamed over her torso slowly and sensually. Buffy groaned slightly, bracing herself with her hands against his chest.
The scene getting steamy for public eyes, Buffy lifted his head from her neck and whispered huskily "We can't do this here." Spike smirked. "These are demons ya know. They probably wouldn't think twice about it." Lowering his lips to hers, he gave her a kiss to be rivaled be anyone. Deep and passionate, it set Buffy's mind on fire. and not the good innocent little girl kind either.
with a small mew, she pushed his weight off of her and stood. "Demons or not, I don't want to do this here." Spike stood with an all-knowing smile. "Scared that they'll hear you? They're going to hear you at the hotel too."
Realizing the innuendo, she hit him in the ribs. "Spike." "Yes I know, behave myself. It's just hard. You're so amazing." Buffy couldn't help but shiver as his eyes roamed down her body and then met hers again. "So amazing." he repeated. Throwing a clip of cash onto the table, she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him out of the club. For a moment, Spike thought she was mad but once outside the club, she pushed him against the wall and kissed him hard.
If he had needed to breath, then he would have been dead. He couldn't stop. She was there and safe and so wanting. His hand slipped down her cheek and to her side. Buffy's heartbeat raced as his hand slipped down further but then he stopped. Groaning inwardly, she released his mouth and looked down the alley. A faint tremble crept down her spine and she realized why Spike had not gone any further. "Drusilla." she hissed.
Spike's hand slipped away from her and he slowly walked towards the shadows. Buffy followed closely behind him staring into the darkness. Spike suddenly lurched forward into the gloom. The next thing the slayer heard was the thump of a body hitting the ground. Buffy walked quickly to the source of growls and found her husband crouched over holding a young vampire by the neck. The childe choked slightly and pulled hard on Spike's hands but to no avail.
Buffy crouched down along side the two and pulled a stake from her skirt. "Now." she threatened as she placed the stake over his heart. "What did you do with Drusilla? We could tell she was down here. Tell us and we might let you go. don't tell us and you'll be dead before you can say help."
The vampire cringed as Buffy pushed the stake slightly cutting the skin. "This is one of mine." spike snarled. The slayer looked over at him with an inquisitive raise of her eyebrow. Reading her mind spike answered. "I turned him decades ago. He was bugging me and Drusilla wanted a play toy." Shaking her head Buffy looked down at the struggling vampire. "Tell me dead boy. I've slept with two vampires, had a vampires kid, staked hundreds of your kind and I'm not having a good day. Do you really want to annoy me?" the childe shook their head and Buffy smiled. "Good boy. now tell us. why did we feel Drusilla down here?" Spike loosened his grip on the vampire's neck and the being choked out. "She bribed me. She wanted to kill this kid and she said if I carried a necklace of hers to LA that she would let me have half of the steal."
Spike growled and ripped a pendant from the vampire's coat. "I gave this to her. She kept locks of hair in it. It always smelled like her. she must have known we were going to track her." the childe nodded. "She knew you would stop her. I agreed only cause that kid is half slayer. you do know that slayer blood is a powerful aphrodisiac?"
Buffy slammed the stake down at the exact time Spike snapped the vampire's neck. A screech filled the air as dust rained down. Both looked at each other and Buffy shook her head. "Why would Dru go to that much trouble?" "Joyce!" Spike growled. Buffy's eyes went wide as the thought hit her. All this was a trap. Drusilla had finally shown some rational thought and now it was going to cost Joyce her life. Spike was deadly quiet.
Buffy waved her hand in front of his face. "Spike?" she called. No answer came. The slayer moved to shove him but his hand caught hers. "We have to get back." he ground out. Spike pulled Buffy up by the hand and ran to the street. "TAXI!!" she called. A cab pulled over almost immediately and she clambered in, closely followed by the angry blonde vampire.
Time flew as the car raced to the hotel and stopped outside. "How much?" Buffy asked. The driver turned with their arm over the seat and smiled. "Listen Slayer, It's on me." Buffy stared at the English man for a moment before realizing that he was a watcher. "Thank you." she whispered. The man nodded. " Go on!" he urged. Spike helped her out and they watched as the car sped away.
Rushing into the hotel, Spike climbed the steps three at a time. Buffy moved to follow but the fang gang quickly began to ask questions. She could see the tears in Dawn's eyes. "Buffy? You're not leaving already are you?" The girl whimpered. Buffy nodded. Cordeilia began to argue but the slayer stopped her. "Joyce's in trouble." Dawn stared at Buffy again. "What kind of trouble?" she asked skeptically. "Drusilla had us on a wild goose chase. She's probably already trying to kill her." Conner stood quickly as Dawn gripped his hand. "Go then. Family is best." it hurt to say it but she knew it best.
Spike slid down the banister and dropped the suitcases to the floor. "Let's go." he growled. Buffy nodded and hugged Cordeilia. "We'll come back. I'll do all I can to make sure of that." Quickly she hugged the rest of the group, all except for Angel who seemed to have not come home yet. Buffy shrugged this off and picked up her trunk. "Take care." she called.
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A tall blonde girl stepped out into the hall and smiled. 'She still has the same smile' the red haired Wicca thought wearily. Tara froze in fear as she recognized her. "Demi." willow whimpered. "You're on their side?!" Demi nodded slowly. "I have everything now Willow. You could too. Join us or die." Tara stepped up beside Willow angrily. "Either way we'd be dead!" she spat. "One way, we'd be living dead and the other we'd be 6 feet under. I thought you were on the right side!" Demi growled low and crushed the table beside her. "Look at this power. I as a Wicca could never wield this."
Willow shook her head. "I can. Tara can. even a slayer can. You just took the easy way out, like always."
Demi held her hand out expectantly. "We promise not to rip you and your home apart if you relinquish the child. She's all we want." Anya shielded Joyce protectively. "Over my dead body. she hissed. Demi growled in response. "You'll all die then. Drusilla did not pick one Wicca to turn. she picked all of our group."
Tara's eyes went wide in fear as she looked to Willow. 'There's over 75 people in our group' she thought grimly. Willow's fearless stance quivered for a moment but came back strong. "Leave now Demi. or pay the consequences."
Demi shrugged without a thought. "I always looked up to you Willow." she growled.
Willow closed her eyes in pain, trying to fight back tears. Demi had been there for the last 8 years. Always. she came to the Wicca group weak and nervous but over time had become as full of herself as Tara. Willow had so much hope for her up until now. "I'm so sorry that I have to do this." she whispered.
Demi didn't notice the whisper and continued on breaking down the Wicca's will. "You were everything Willow. You were my hero. But then this happened. and now I see what a powerless cowardly creature you are."
Skip spotted the crossbow lying on the floor and threw it to Willow. The Wicca stared at Demi and closed her eyes again. "I'm sorry." she whispered. The trigger clicked and the wooden arrow shot forward, hitting Demi in the heart.
The girl stared at Willow with a look of heartbreak and burst into dust. Dropping the crossbow, Willow turned towards Skip and Anya. "You two go! Find ANY of our group. We're going to need some help. They live in Oak dale complex. All of building 1,2, and 4. Check for anyone there. If you find them, bring them here."
Both demons nodded and disappeared out of the hall. Another crash echoed and Willow grabbed Joyce's hand. "LET'S GO!!" she shouted. Tara fled after them and slammed the door shut as they ran into the Spell room. Willow clicked the lights on and sighed. "We should be safe here for a while." Tara picked up the phone and dialed. "Who are you calling?" willow called. Tara shushed her and bit her fingers anxiously as the phone rang.
"Hello? Angel Investigations. Can we help you?"
"Angel?" Tara squeaked happily. "I need to speak to Buffy or Spike and I mean NOW!"
A pause filled the line before Angel answered. "According to Cordi here, they left about an hour ago. Why? Tara, what's going on?"
Tara hit her forehead in anger and sighed heavily. "OH only the fact that we're surrounded by undead Wicca's who thanks to us are majorly pissed.
Angel nearly shouted back, "What do you mean UNDEAD Wicca's?"
"I mean." she ground out, "That Drusilla has turned probably the whole Sacramento area Wicca group into her personal vampire minions."
Angel shook his head in disbelief, "Okay Tara, Here's what you need to do. First you.
ZITCH
"Angel?" Tara called. "Angel?!"
"TARA!" He growled. Slamming the phone down, he walked into the lobby.
Conner sat down beside Fred and stared blankly at the ceiling. Dawn knew right away something was bothering him. "Conner? What's going on? Ya look upset." nodding silently, he turned to Cordi. "Why do girls like this Spike person?" he asked quietly.
Dawn almost laughed out loud as she saw the look of utter complete confusion on his face. "Well," said Fred, "I think it's the accent. It sounds manly, I think." Cordi shook her head. "No. No. No. NOT the accent. I think it's the eyes. he has those brilliant blue eyes that just make people shiver." Dawn sighed heavily and stood. "Accents? Eyes? It's not any of those. I think it's his attitude and his body." Cordeilia shivered as Dawn finished and nodded. "Yeah, his abs are something to be thankful for. Pecs ahoy!"
Cordeilia stopped as she saw Angel pulling his coat on, and throwing the car keys into his right hand. "I have to go." he muttered. Cordi stood and blocked his path. "What?! You're not really going are you!?" Angel kissed Cordeilia on the lips and nodded. " I have to. They need help." Cordi watched reluctantly as her lover ran from the lobby. "I love you," she whispered.
The front doors opened slightly and Angel peeked in again. "By the way Cordi. I love you too." She looked at him in shock but he smiled boyishly and answered. "Vampire hearing can come in handy." and then left again.
The sound of the car driving off into the night echoed down the street and she sighed softly before sitting again with her head in her hands.
Tara began to dial the number again but stopped as the lights went off all together. Dropping the receiver, she looked up at the glass ceiling and cringed. Outlined by moonlight, were at least 27 vampires, and all of who were witches. Joyce whimpered softly as the soft pale light threw their shadows across the floor.
Willow shuddered. "They cut the lines. We cant call anyone, and now we cant even see to get out." looking at Tara, she shook her head. "We're doomed."
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Tara looked desperately around the hall for anything of use. About to give in to the thought of death, she saw it. A small red cloth bag lay on the wicker table. Tara grabbed the bag and threw it towards Willow, whom quickly caught it.
The red haired Wicca took a small hand full of powder from the bag, and blew it across the door. "Alo ha mora." she whispered. The lock clicked and Willow threw her weight against it once more. Tara watched as the door swung open, nearly pulling off the hinges and Willow dashed inside.
Drusilla turned from Joyce as the Wicca burst through the barricaded door. "Little witch." she hissed. Willow looked towards Joyce and nearly shouted in anger as she saw her backed against the headboard and her face wet with tears.
Willow smirked and flicked her hand towards the crushed window. "Reversi momentum." Drusilla glared defiantly, but seconds later she was out of the window.
Joyce sniffled slightly as Willow pulled her into her arms and out of the room. Tara pulled the door shut and blew the red dust over the door again. "Sealium." She whispered. The door sunk into the frame becoming one and soon the seam of wood was gone. "COME ON!!" Willow shouted. "We need to get to the center of the house!" Anya nodded in agreement and took Joyce into her arms. "That would be the better idea."
Skip ran down the hall way and stopped beside Anyanka, "They're all over the place!" he gasped. " I sealed the doors but I have a hunch that's not going to help." Anya shook her head annoyed. "Vampires can only come in when they're invited. Drusilla got invited obviously. But her gang didn't!" Skip nodded. "Yeah I know An. But something is telling me evil's got a good plan."
Willow turned to go down the hall but stopped as a crash came from behind them. Rushing to the back of the group, she saw Skip's fear confirmed. Smoke rose in furls from the door and Willow waited for the face to emerge. But when the figure did, it was not who she had expected. or ever wanted to.
This was when Drusilla's plan hit her. Get the slayer and the vampire out of the way, and trap Joyce and anyone else in this house. But Dru had thought of the drawback this time, only invited people could come in. Knowing she could shape shift was the easy part. But getting the whole crew would be impossible. Except for changing their friends. Their companions and people they had invited into their home. it had worked and the person standing in front of them was living proof.
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Buffy threw back the shot of vodka, slammed the glass onto the table and wiped her lips with a shudder. "How did you drink all the time back then?" she asked. Spike chuckled softly as she pulled her coat tighter around her arms. "Guess it felt better then hurting."
Buffy looked over at him again. "What do you mean?" Spike shook his head and held her hands in his. "I don't really want to="
"I hurt you." she whispered. "I'd forgotten. I guess you cant though."
Spike opened his mouth to answer but an out of breath Cordeilia ran to the table, cutting him off. "Hey Buffy. We're going back to the hotel to hang out. You joining us?" Spike shook his head. "Go on Blondie. We're gonna chat this out." Buffy blushed and kicked him under the table. Cordi shrugged and turned towards the door. "Suit yourselves," she answered with a look over her shoulder. "You're gonna miss some good laughs."
Both blondes watched as the fang gang was gathered one by one from the dance floor and led up the stairs and out of the bar. Buffy looked at Spike and smiled. "Ready to chat it out?" she teased. Spike slipped across the seat and wrapped his arm around her waist. "I'd rather play it out." he whispered. His hands roamed over her torso slowly and sensually. Buffy groaned slightly, bracing herself with her hands against his chest.
The scene getting steamy for public eyes, Buffy lifted his head from her neck and whispered huskily "We can't do this here." Spike smirked. "These are demons ya know. They probably wouldn't think twice about it." Lowering his lips to hers, he gave her a kiss to be rivaled be anyone. Deep and passionate, it set Buffy's mind on fire. and not the good innocent little girl kind either.
with a small mew, she pushed his weight off of her and stood. "Demons or not, I don't want to do this here." Spike stood with an all-knowing smile. "Scared that they'll hear you? They're going to hear you at the hotel too."
Realizing the innuendo, she hit him in the ribs. "Spike." "Yes I know, behave myself. It's just hard. You're so amazing." Buffy couldn't help but shiver as his eyes roamed down her body and then met hers again. "So amazing." he repeated. Throwing a clip of cash onto the table, she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him out of the club. For a moment, Spike thought she was mad but once outside the club, she pushed him against the wall and kissed him hard.
If he had needed to breath, then he would have been dead. He couldn't stop. She was there and safe and so wanting. His hand slipped down her cheek and to her side. Buffy's heartbeat raced as his hand slipped down further but then he stopped. Groaning inwardly, she released his mouth and looked down the alley. A faint tremble crept down her spine and she realized why Spike had not gone any further. "Drusilla." she hissed.
Spike's hand slipped away from her and he slowly walked towards the shadows. Buffy followed closely behind him staring into the darkness. Spike suddenly lurched forward into the gloom. The next thing the slayer heard was the thump of a body hitting the ground. Buffy walked quickly to the source of growls and found her husband crouched over holding a young vampire by the neck. The childe choked slightly and pulled hard on Spike's hands but to no avail.
Buffy crouched down along side the two and pulled a stake from her skirt. "Now." she threatened as she placed the stake over his heart. "What did you do with Drusilla? We could tell she was down here. Tell us and we might let you go. don't tell us and you'll be dead before you can say help."
The vampire cringed as Buffy pushed the stake slightly cutting the skin. "This is one of mine." spike snarled. The slayer looked over at him with an inquisitive raise of her eyebrow. Reading her mind spike answered. "I turned him decades ago. He was bugging me and Drusilla wanted a play toy." Shaking her head Buffy looked down at the struggling vampire. "Tell me dead boy. I've slept with two vampires, had a vampires kid, staked hundreds of your kind and I'm not having a good day. Do you really want to annoy me?" the childe shook their head and Buffy smiled. "Good boy. now tell us. why did we feel Drusilla down here?" Spike loosened his grip on the vampire's neck and the being choked out. "She bribed me. She wanted to kill this kid and she said if I carried a necklace of hers to LA that she would let me have half of the steal."
Spike growled and ripped a pendant from the vampire's coat. "I gave this to her. She kept locks of hair in it. It always smelled like her. she must have known we were going to track her." the childe nodded. "She knew you would stop her. I agreed only cause that kid is half slayer. you do know that slayer blood is a powerful aphrodisiac?"
Buffy slammed the stake down at the exact time Spike snapped the vampire's neck. A screech filled the air as dust rained down. Both looked at each other and Buffy shook her head. "Why would Dru go to that much trouble?" "Joyce!" Spike growled. Buffy's eyes went wide as the thought hit her. All this was a trap. Drusilla had finally shown some rational thought and now it was going to cost Joyce her life. Spike was deadly quiet.
Buffy waved her hand in front of his face. "Spike?" she called. No answer came. The slayer moved to shove him but his hand caught hers. "We have to get back." he ground out. Spike pulled Buffy up by the hand and ran to the street. "TAXI!!" she called. A cab pulled over almost immediately and she clambered in, closely followed by the angry blonde vampire.
Time flew as the car raced to the hotel and stopped outside. "How much?" Buffy asked. The driver turned with their arm over the seat and smiled. "Listen Slayer, It's on me." Buffy stared at the English man for a moment before realizing that he was a watcher. "Thank you." she whispered. The man nodded. " Go on!" he urged. Spike helped her out and they watched as the car sped away.
Rushing into the hotel, Spike climbed the steps three at a time. Buffy moved to follow but the fang gang quickly began to ask questions. She could see the tears in Dawn's eyes. "Buffy? You're not leaving already are you?" The girl whimpered. Buffy nodded. Cordeilia began to argue but the slayer stopped her. "Joyce's in trouble." Dawn stared at Buffy again. "What kind of trouble?" she asked skeptically. "Drusilla had us on a wild goose chase. She's probably already trying to kill her." Conner stood quickly as Dawn gripped his hand. "Go then. Family is best." it hurt to say it but she knew it best.
Spike slid down the banister and dropped the suitcases to the floor. "Let's go." he growled. Buffy nodded and hugged Cordeilia. "We'll come back. I'll do all I can to make sure of that." Quickly she hugged the rest of the group, all except for Angel who seemed to have not come home yet. Buffy shrugged this off and picked up her trunk. "Take care." she called.
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A tall blonde girl stepped out into the hall and smiled. 'She still has the same smile' the red haired Wicca thought wearily. Tara froze in fear as she recognized her. "Demi." willow whimpered. "You're on their side?!" Demi nodded slowly. "I have everything now Willow. You could too. Join us or die." Tara stepped up beside Willow angrily. "Either way we'd be dead!" she spat. "One way, we'd be living dead and the other we'd be 6 feet under. I thought you were on the right side!" Demi growled low and crushed the table beside her. "Look at this power. I as a Wicca could never wield this."
Willow shook her head. "I can. Tara can. even a slayer can. You just took the easy way out, like always."
Demi held her hand out expectantly. "We promise not to rip you and your home apart if you relinquish the child. She's all we want." Anya shielded Joyce protectively. "Over my dead body. she hissed. Demi growled in response. "You'll all die then. Drusilla did not pick one Wicca to turn. she picked all of our group."
Tara's eyes went wide in fear as she looked to Willow. 'There's over 75 people in our group' she thought grimly. Willow's fearless stance quivered for a moment but came back strong. "Leave now Demi. or pay the consequences."
Demi shrugged without a thought. "I always looked up to you Willow." she growled.
Willow closed her eyes in pain, trying to fight back tears. Demi had been there for the last 8 years. Always. she came to the Wicca group weak and nervous but over time had become as full of herself as Tara. Willow had so much hope for her up until now. "I'm so sorry that I have to do this." she whispered.
Demi didn't notice the whisper and continued on breaking down the Wicca's will. "You were everything Willow. You were my hero. But then this happened. and now I see what a powerless cowardly creature you are."
Skip spotted the crossbow lying on the floor and threw it to Willow. The Wicca stared at Demi and closed her eyes again. "I'm sorry." she whispered. The trigger clicked and the wooden arrow shot forward, hitting Demi in the heart.
The girl stared at Willow with a look of heartbreak and burst into dust. Dropping the crossbow, Willow turned towards Skip and Anya. "You two go! Find ANY of our group. We're going to need some help. They live in Oak dale complex. All of building 1,2, and 4. Check for anyone there. If you find them, bring them here."
Both demons nodded and disappeared out of the hall. Another crash echoed and Willow grabbed Joyce's hand. "LET'S GO!!" she shouted. Tara fled after them and slammed the door shut as they ran into the Spell room. Willow clicked the lights on and sighed. "We should be safe here for a while." Tara picked up the phone and dialed. "Who are you calling?" willow called. Tara shushed her and bit her fingers anxiously as the phone rang.
"Hello? Angel Investigations. Can we help you?"
"Angel?" Tara squeaked happily. "I need to speak to Buffy or Spike and I mean NOW!"
A pause filled the line before Angel answered. "According to Cordi here, they left about an hour ago. Why? Tara, what's going on?"
Tara hit her forehead in anger and sighed heavily. "OH only the fact that we're surrounded by undead Wicca's who thanks to us are majorly pissed.
Angel nearly shouted back, "What do you mean UNDEAD Wicca's?"
"I mean." she ground out, "That Drusilla has turned probably the whole Sacramento area Wicca group into her personal vampire minions."
Angel shook his head in disbelief, "Okay Tara, Here's what you need to do. First you.
ZITCH
"Angel?" Tara called. "Angel?!"
"TARA!" He growled. Slamming the phone down, he walked into the lobby.
Conner sat down beside Fred and stared blankly at the ceiling. Dawn knew right away something was bothering him. "Conner? What's going on? Ya look upset." nodding silently, he turned to Cordi. "Why do girls like this Spike person?" he asked quietly.
Dawn almost laughed out loud as she saw the look of utter complete confusion on his face. "Well," said Fred, "I think it's the accent. It sounds manly, I think." Cordi shook her head. "No. No. No. NOT the accent. I think it's the eyes. he has those brilliant blue eyes that just make people shiver." Dawn sighed heavily and stood. "Accents? Eyes? It's not any of those. I think it's his attitude and his body." Cordeilia shivered as Dawn finished and nodded. "Yeah, his abs are something to be thankful for. Pecs ahoy!"
Cordeilia stopped as she saw Angel pulling his coat on, and throwing the car keys into his right hand. "I have to go." he muttered. Cordi stood and blocked his path. "What?! You're not really going are you!?" Angel kissed Cordeilia on the lips and nodded. " I have to. They need help." Cordi watched reluctantly as her lover ran from the lobby. "I love you," she whispered.
The front doors opened slightly and Angel peeked in again. "By the way Cordi. I love you too." She looked at him in shock but he smiled boyishly and answered. "Vampire hearing can come in handy." and then left again.
The sound of the car driving off into the night echoed down the street and she sighed softly before sitting again with her head in her hands.
Tara began to dial the number again but stopped as the lights went off all together. Dropping the receiver, she looked up at the glass ceiling and cringed. Outlined by moonlight, were at least 27 vampires, and all of who were witches. Joyce whimpered softly as the soft pale light threw their shadows across the floor.
Willow shuddered. "They cut the lines. We cant call anyone, and now we cant even see to get out." looking at Tara, she shook her head. "We're doomed."
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